Quotes About Secrets

What else?' Chade

The art of diplomacy is the luck of knowing more of your rival's secrets than he knows of yours. Always deal from a position of power.

My father may once have been an assassin. My mother remained one.

They would know me for what I was. An assassin, like my father before me. The Destroyer from their dreams.

Always I have possessed the loneliness of one raised amid intrigues and clustering secrets, the isolation of a boy who cannot trust the completeness of his heart to anyone.

El arte de la diplomacia consiste en tener la suerte de conocer más secretos de tu rival que este de ti. Actúa siempre desde una posición ventajosa. Estas eran las máximas de Artimañas. Y Veraz las acataba.

What is a secret? It is much more than knowledge shared with only a few, or perhaps only one other. It is power. It is a bond. It may be a sign of deep trust, or the darkest threat possible. There is power in the keeping of a secret, and power in the revelation of a secret. Sometimes it takes a very wise man to discern which is the path to greater power.

Katie looked up at the seamless blue sky and drew in a deep breath. The pure oxygen seemed only to fuel the fire that was burning inside her, the fire that burned for both Eli and for Africa. She was in love. She knew it. But for now, that was a truth that shouldn't be revealed to anyone. Not even Eli. As if he didn't already know.

I decided then that some secret delights will never be understood by the male species. Such joys are best shared only between girlfriends and should never be revealed to the unappreciative.

My friend, there are some things that I cannot tell you. Some I will tell you in time; some, others will tell you; some you may never know, or you may be the first to find the answers.

After all, he had secrets to keep about his sexual identity and behavior, and having a wife made him look more 'normal' than not having one. I guess that was what he meant when he said he needed me.

They had battled and bloodied one another, they had kept secrets, broken hearts, lied, betrayed, exiled, they had walked away, said goodbye and sworn it was forever, and somehow, every time, they had mended, they had forgiven, they had survived. Some mistakes could never be fixed - some, but not all. Some people can't be driven away, no matter how hard you try. Some friendships won't break.

I should probably start with the blood.

I can't stay here, John. I'm pregnant." Then it was Preacher's turn to show shock. Silent and dark. It settled into his eyes and over his expression slowly as he sat back in the chair, then stood. He went behind the bar and poured himself a shot, throwing it back. When he returned to the chair by the fire, he asked, "Did he know? When he beat you, did he know you were pregnant?" She nodded and looked away from him, pursing her lips tight.

They're lying. Angel's friends, her brother—they all know more than they're saying. And yet they also seem genuinely concerned and want her back. Meaning?

Marjolie closes her eyes. Takes a big shuddery breath. "Turns out, DommyJ's a collector. V cards. Like, is even in a competition with his

Being a survivor didn't just mean being strong. It meant being lonely. Honestly, truly lonely. Knowing things other people weren't supposed to know. Carrying memories I was desperate to forget and yet still couldn't blank out of my head.

Securing permission is not always this easy. I've been thrown out of homes. Had beer bottles tossed at my head, vicious threats spewed in my face. For some, rage is easier to handle. And many families do have secrets to hide.

Good. Slowly, nerves as tight as bowstrings, she swept the weakening beam across the floor. Heart racing, ready to bolt, she tried to convince herself there was no one in the vault, no one but her and her own pounding pulse. She was wrong. A skeleton lay stretched upon a slab—a woman, she guessed, from its small size and the rotting nightgown and dark clumps of hair. "Oh, dear God." The corpse had been here a while—teeth

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Olivia Bentz

I liked finding dirt on people. It made all my trespasses seem trivial.

She suspects her husband, Jake, might be gay. Did you suggest she ask him? Mom laughed. Of course not. Business is slow.